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RED, RED ROSE
@ 02. Jul 2008 – 09:25:58 am
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in june:
O my Luves like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.As fair art thou my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall runAnd fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.Robert Burns
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OF CLOWNS AND COMICS
@ 14. Jan 2008 – 08:32:01 am
Below is a quote from one of the several books I've read which I think might help you make others around you happy.
"Clowns are people with more heart than comics. Clowns make fool of themselves whereas comics make fool of others. To make people laugh is the greatest thing a clown can achieve. It means, for a moment, they leave their worries behind. For a moment, they are liberated and happy. You are a success if you can do that for people" - Anon
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OUR DEEPEST FEAR
@ 13. Dec 2007 – 07:56:38 am
Our deepest fear is not that we are adequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves; who am I to be brilliant; gorgeous,
talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is
within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence
automatically liberates others.- Nelson Mandela
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@ 27. Nov 2007 – 01:41:10 pm
Today upon a bus, I saw a lovely maid
with golden hair;
I envied her- she seemed so gay- and
wish I were as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw
her hobble down the aisle;
She had one foot and wore a crutch, but
as she passed, a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
I have two feet - the world is mine!And when I stopped to buy some sweets
The lad who sold them had
Such charm, I talked with him - he said to me;
'It's nice to talk with folks like you'.
You see, he said, I'm blind!
Oh God, forgive me when I whine;
I have two eyes - the world is mine!Then walking down the street, I saw a
child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play;
It seemed he knew not what to do.
I stopped for a moment, then I said:
'Why don't you join the others, dear?'
He looked ahead without a word, and then
I knew he could not hear.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine;
I have two ears - the world is mine!With feet to take me where I'd go,
With eyes to see the sunset's glow
With ears to hear what I would know,
Oh God, forgive me when I whine;
I'm blessed, indeed! The world is mine!Anon
